GLASS TEARS

Listen to it,

creak and moan.

That house on the hill,

once called a home.

 

In its corridors,

dark shadows lurk.

Gliding in and out,

never to be a dearth.

 

Its floorboards are ragged,

worn and splintered.

The walls are rotting,

weak and withered.

 

Glass covers the ground,

from windows shattered.

The slivers glitter,

in the moonlight’s pattern.

 

They are tears crying,

for a past forgotten.

Memories have faded,

love has fallen.

 

In the fury of the wind,

I watch it sway.

How much longer

can it remain?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s